rant about professors

There is one thing I do not get about some college professors...they think we are all idiots and don't know what we are talking about. Now I'm not talking about all of them, but I have and have had a few classes that the professors on a regular basis honestly think the entire class is stupid. Now yes, you are a professional and have your BAs and BSs and Masters and Doctorates and a master in your field, but we aren't stupid. Yes we know we can't plagiarize that we can't just take crap from someone else and turn it in as our own. Yes I know that I can get kicked out of school for doing that. While I think that it is important to understand that it is serious to copy someones papers and their work, it is not necessary to tell us EVERY class AT LEAST 5 times. it's not necessary. and news flash we have written research papers before. this is not a foreign concept to us...

sorry rant over, but it just gets frustrating when they think we don't get the point. we got it the first 10 times you said it we don't need it 10 more. it makes us feel like you are wasting your time and we are wasting our time too. sorry to any professors or teachers out there, and like I said it's not all professors just a select few.

9/11 ten years later

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvj6zdWLUuk

This is the song Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning (that September Day) by Alan Jackson. This particular video is the first time he sang it at an award show just months after he wrote it. He debated playing it but decided that the we the American People needed to hear it. It has since become one of the most amazing and nationally recognized song about this fateful day. I love it so much because it shows what almost everyone in America was doing that day. Whether they were teachers teaching children like me, out in the yard or at your job we were all doing different things. When we heard this we all came together as a country. We wept, we held each other, we watched happy things on the tv (other than the horrifying news footage), and we all prayed and went to services. We remember all those who died, those who died fighting to get the workers out, and those families who didn't know if their loved ones were ok, on those particular planes, and scared out of their minds.

I was in 4th grade in Mrs. Caldwell's class. She came back crying and then students started leaving school. They weren't allowed to turn on the news or tell us what happened. I'm sure they had to be very strong to hold it together for us. I never put it together that something was wrong. I got home from school and me being a nerd child checked the stocks on the computer. I said "mommy why are all values at zero?" she had to explain then and I just sat at the tv in awe thinking is this really happening? We went to a church service that night and had to sit on the floor because there were so many people there.

This was a fateful day in our history but brought us closer as a nation reminding us what we stand for and our freedom. That day, and today, and everyday after, we pray for those who died, those who are still missing, those who lost loved ones, and those who would have to and have fought for our country. God Bless America.